My other main jobs was to act as courier. I would drive to the closest building store 20-minutes away or sometimes even to London to order supplies and anything else they needed. The days were full, busy and went very fast.
It was on one of these trips that something strange happened.
I was driving back to the house and stopped in town to get food as the village only stocked basic supplies. I parked in a street of shops a block from the supermarket and wandered leisurely along the storefronts, peering in the glass, not really paying attention. I passed a solicitor’s office and through the glass, my eye caught a glimpse of a familiar figure talking just outside one of the partner’s offices.
I stopped; it was Candice. Just not the Candice I was used to seeing.
She was dressed in a plain grey, loose knee-length dress, flat black shoes and a heavy necklace which sat high against her throat. Her lustrous hair had been pulled back into a high pony tail and she wore no make-up. I wouldn’t have recognized her except that I knew her body and face as well as my own.
At that same time, she happened to glance towards the windows and we made eye contact. An expression of shock and guilt moved quickly across her colorless face. She replaced it rapidly with a smile of greeting and waving to me, finished her conversation and met me at the door.
“Fancy seeing you here.” Candice asked, kissing me platonically on the cheek. I wondered what the people passing us would have thought if they’d known this seemingly innocuous woman had only last night fucked me with a strap-on?
“Just getting some food. Would you like anything?”
“Ah, no. We’re all set.”
“Doing some business?” I gestured towards the solicitor’s office.
“Yes. Just finalizing a couple of Dan’s contracts.”
“I thought he was only working for me?”
Candice fidgeted, her discomfort apparent. I’d never seen her appear anything but overconfident and authoritative before.
“Oh, he does. Just finishing up some paperwork.”
“Okay. That’s a unique necklace. Haven’t seen you wear that one before.” It appeared to be several strands of intricately linked chains molded together in what looked to be a heavy piece of jewelry.
Candice placed her free hand on her throat. “Yes, just an old junky thing I wear every now and again.”
“Oh, okay. Will I see you back at the house today?”
“No, but first thing tomorrow, I’ll be there.” Candice smiled, her make-up free face not so pretty, her demeanor strangely giving me the impression of… well… subservience. I was as awkward as she appeared and we both wanted to end this stilted conversation.
“Well, I’d better be going,” she said and with a wave and she crossed the road before I could say goodbye.
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The next day, at 8am, the Candice I knew marched into the house and immediately started commanding several tradesmen who’d barely had a chance to unpack their toolboxes. I was about to descend the stairs and she saw me and came up to meet me. Taking me into the bedroom, Candice kissed me hard and deep, grabbing my breasts as she did so. Predictably, I reacted and I wrapped my arms around her, returning the delicious kiss.
She pulled back. “I’m sorry for yesterday. I was not myself. Can we forget it?” Her fingers continued to tweak my right breast, sending little static shocks to my head.
“Of course. I haven’t thought about it since.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
She smiled, kissed me once more and abruptly left the room and a moment later, I could hear her ordering the tradesmen around again. I shook my head and concluded I would never understand that woman.
The transformation of the house was disconcertingly fast. In fact, the renovations were proceeding so smoothly, I couldn’t remember issuing many of the instructions; it just seemed to happen. If that period wasn’t so blurred, I certainly wouldn’t have allowed the burgundy and white color scheme in the formal lounge and dining room. I mean, it didn’t look terrible but I had a lighter color scheme in mind. A week later, when I saw dark green going onto the walls of the smoking room, I went to find Candice.
She was in Bedroom 4 overseeing a tradesman installing black tiles in the small en suite which had been built in the far corner over one of the windows. Black? I didn’t okay that either.
“Candice, could I have a word?”
“Sure.”
We went into Bedroom 1 and I locked the door behind us.
“Did you order the green in the smoking room?”
“Yes, isn’t it gorgeous?”
I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, “yes, it is, but I was wanting a light color scheme throughout the house, to let in more light and to be honest, I wish you’d asked me first.”
Candice sashayed towards me. When close enough, she pushed her hands up my stomach, my breasts and over my shoulders. She pressed her sweet body on me, our breasts squashed alluringly together and she swayed gently so our nipples rubbed. Then, she kissed me.
“Don’t you trust me?” she asked.
“Of course I do, but please don’t take this the wrong way, this is my house…”
Candice kept her voice low and soothing. “But, if you want a successful hotel, you need to choose colors and schemes which will entice guests. I know these colors will work, I’ve done all the research.” She looked up at me through thick lashes with her lips in a soft pout; that glance had all my bits tingling. My hands circled her tiny waist, drawing her close.
“Trust me,” she continued, “I’ll make this place so amazing, people will come from all over the country.” Candice kissed me again, this time lingering while one hand dropped over my shoulder to rub my nipples, which were already swollen. God, she was hot.
She took me into a deep, passionate kiss, drawing my tongue into her mouth and sucking on it; I groaned and all annoyance flittered away. I had no power to fight them… I didn’t want to fight them.
She continued to kiss me, one hand on the back of my head to keep me in place, the other remaining on my boob. And then that hand was under my shirt, massaging my skin. I was hot all over, driven by a primitive desire for satisfaction. By now, even the slightest hesitation I once had about making love to a woman had moved into the other extreme where now, I couldn’t remember ever not wanting it.
Candice dragged me over to the bed and we stripped each other quickly, her mouth and fingers everywhere. She pushed me onto my back and after a searing open-mouth kiss, moved down my body, licking and biting gently till I was moaning and weak. She lifted my knees to my chest so I was completely exposed and drove right in, sucking me while pushing two fingers into my pussy. I held onto my knees and with my eyes shut tight, I let the pleasure wash over me.
“Be back in a second,” Candice said and my eyes snapped open to watch her slide elegantly off the bed and walk to her bag, her curved bottom bouncing slightly. I noticed she had two delicious dimples on her right cheek and I dropped my legs down and continued to play with myself to keep the euphoria going.
Once at her bag, Candice pulled out an enormous vibrator. It was a transparent pink, the inner machinery visible through the soft silicon, and it had a finger shaped piece that emerged from the base for clit stimulation.
“Good God,” I said.
“I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to use this on you. Dan would get jealous, which is why I’ve waited till I had you all to myself.” Candice climbed back on the bed and lay on one elbow next to me. “This one’s my favorite. Here, lick it.”
I obeyed. Candice then pushed it into my mouth while I sucked on it. Her free hand went between her legs.
“Now, let’s see how well it fits.” She flicked the switch at the bottom and the vibrator buzzed to life. Trailing it down my body, she ran it over my breasts and they reacted to the hum of the tool. Candice lent forward and captured a nipple in her mouth and pushed the vibrator deep into me. It was almost too large and I squirmed.
“Relax, you can take more than you think.”
I let out a big breath, relaxed the muscles in my abdomen and the apparatus filled me completely, it’s buzzing stirring me immediately. She pulled it out and slid it in again, before directing the clit stimulator onto my excited bud. My hips lifted involuntarily off the bed.
While her mouth bit and sucked on my breasts, the vibrator was plunged recklessly into my pussy. The irregular pulses on my clit were charging me heavily and while keeping her mouth on my skin, Candice started talking dirty.
“Take it, you naughty girl. I want you to come all over me, squirting your delicious juices on my body. You horny bitch, you deserve to come screaming.”
And I was going to. My head was swamped with arousal and I could feel the low tingle of an impending climax when Candice removed the vibrator from my clit, stopping the orgasm in its tracks. I whimpered in frustration.
“Do you want it?”
“Yes,” I said in a whispered voice.
The vibrator slid up my folds and I groaned as lightning radiated from that point. She pulled it away and in tiny movements, kept touching my sensitive skin until I was nearly dying from holding back the orgasm.
“Say you want it.”
“I want it.”
“How bad?”
“So bad,” I said.
“You can have it if you don’t question my choices on this house again.”
“What?” some of the arousal dropped and she slid the vibrator inside me, the clitoris massager landing directly on my most sensitive part. The pleasure was unbelievable. I may have yelled at this point.
“No more questions, Alex. I am in control of the restoration…” the dildo was moving in and out rapidly. “Say you understand.” The tiny logical part still functioning didn’t want this, it was my house and then Candice pushed the vibrator hard into me and leant down to suck my breast. I was on the brink of orgasm again and 30-seconds later would have agreed to having my leg chopped off with a plastic knife to get the ending my body was craving.
“Okay,” I agreed in a breath, desperate for gratification.
“Good girl. And now, you can finish.” Candice pumped the dildo in and out of me while continuing to lap at my chest. It felt like only a moment later when the climax hit my head, almost knocking me out.
Even before I’d finished shaking, she climbed onto my face and ordered me to suck her. A few minutes later, she was backwards on all fours, her pussy just over my boobs and I was pumping the vibrator into her, watching in mute fascination as the skin enclosed the device and emerged wet. It took her three minutes and she ripped it out, rubbing her clit and squatting over me, ejaculated on my chest, the clear fluid emerging in spurts.
Candice collapsed out of breath.
“Good girl,” she whispered, kissing me deeply, her tongue swishing around mine. “Good girl.”
There was that ‘compliment’ again. Good girl? What was I, some doe-eyed teenager?
And then I remembered what I’d agreed to in return for the orgasm – no design input into my own house and all because I wanted them to fuck me again and again.
I got up and took a shower, confusion and erotic images passing my mind’s eye. I’d only been in there a few minutes when Dan stepped in and with caresses of loving affection began all over again.
By that point, I just let it happen. Rationality had fled, sex was my heartbeat.
I was their slave.
CHAPTER 9
Two days later, I was the en suite getting dressed after a shower. It was a Sunday and the one day no tradesmen turned up. As a bonus, Candice and Dan often stayed away as well.
I always enjoyed Sundays and looked forward to the peace and quiet. It was the only day in the week I felt like the house was mine and not the Baronet’s. When they were here, I was overwhelmed by the full spectrum of emotional turmoil; it was exhausting.
I had nothing planned that day except for trying out the new internet connection which had just been installed and looked forward to some mindless surfing. I needed the peace and leisure activity to sort out my head because things just weren’t going to plan.
Now, to be clear, I wasn’t so naïve to think that house renovations always did, but to lose complete control like I had was ridiculous. While I was pleased at how well the house was coming together, I just wished it was me doing it. Everything that Candice wanted, she got, and the moment I questioned anything, no matter how innocuous, either her or Dan would be kissing me, dragging me up yet again for some body-blowing sex. There I would be reminded of my promise to not query anything in the house. Often my punishment was a withheld orgasm; I hated it when they did that. Made me want it more.
Still, I was loving the sex, if I hadn’t made that clear, and as the Baronets were up for anything, experimenting was great fun. The only thing they didn’t do to me (but did to each other) was anal. I was in such a sexy mind frame, I expressed an interest in anal, but to my disappointment, they never went there. Besides, it kept my mind off my dwindling finances.
I’d been adding up all the checks I’d been writing and £175,000 had been spent so far. The house wasn’t nearly completed and we still had to buy the furniture, decorations, food, staff to hire… all to come out of a measly £125,000.
My shoulders tightened at the thought. I’d have to talk to Candice again and ask her to rein it in.
Now fully clothed in an unattractively comfortable loose grey pants and a purple long-sleeved t-shirt, I went downstairs to the library where the internet router had been installed. I sat down at an old desk and chair which had been rescued from the attic then getting comfortable, I opened my organized-to-a-tee ‘House’ ring binder to find the month’s receipts.
As I flicked through the plastic sleeves, I noticed the entire sleeve containing the house deed and associated legal documents, was missing. I went back through the folder carefully and looked in the desk but it wasn’t there. Must be in the bedroom, I thought and decided to look for it later, figuring it was around somewhere.
Then, I logged into my laptop. It was awesome having internet in the house and I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed it.
After an hour of reading news sites, Facebook, emailing and doing generally nothing much, I heard the front door lock click open. I pushed back in the chair to see through the entry hall and Dan and Candice marched in.
“Alex?” Candice called.
I sighed, disappointed they couldn’t leave me alone even for a few hours, even though I was almost always pleased to see Dan. “In here!”
They entered the room.
“Wasn’t expecting you two on a Sunday.”
Candice, being the one who did the talking, said, “we wanted to see you while the house was empty.”
“About what?”
“Nothing in particular.”
I took in a breath and decided to tackle the issue head-on. “Good because we need to talk about how much money is being spent. I don’t think there’ll be enough to fin…”
Dan quickly moved to my side, tipped my head upwards and started to kiss me. Their insatiability was unfathomable.
Dan ran the palm of his hand up my leg, stomach, over my breast and he cupped my head in his hands and continued to kiss me, asserting his control, taking advantage of my weakness for him. Candice sat on the edge of the desk and watched us.
I pulled away. “I’m sorry guys, but I’m just not in the mood today.”
They glanced at each other and Candice’s immediate anger was palpable; it was the wrong thing to say. It appeared they expected me to always be in the mood.
Dan dropped his head and nuzzled my neck. By now, he’d learnt where all my best spots were and despite my best intentions, I reacted, just like I always did.
“Are you sure?” he said, his voice muffled against my skin. His fingers lightly trailed my arms and across my stomach, the weightless touch shooting little sparks through me.
I couldn’t lie, my physical reacti
on was too obvious. “Okay… no.”
Dan pulled back and smiled. He pulled my chair out from the desk, knelt in front of me, hooked his fingers over the waist band of my comfy pants and with one sweep, stripped them and my underwear off. Dan tugged his own shirt over his head, knowing the sight of his bare chest drove me nuts. I ran my nails down his skin and fine chest hair, drawn to his masculinity. He shoved his shirt under his knees.
Dan then pulled on my hips, shuffling my bottom closer to the edge of the chair and buried his face between my legs which opened to accept him. He was soon sucking just the way I liked it. My head tipped back and I gripped the arms of the office chair.
I opened my eyes momentarily to see Candice observing with an unreadable smirk on her pretty face. It was at this point that Dan pushed his fingers into me and my eyes closed again. I lifted my legs over his shoulders and he sucked me harder. He was so clever and so sexy, his warm shoulder skin heating my legs, his fingers pumping in and out, his teeth and tongue teasing me so that a few moments later, I cried out as the climax ripped around my body.
“Holy shit,” I uttered, gripping the armrests, riding the wave.
Dan lifted his head and smiled at me before going back for more. That area was so sensitive that I squirmed but didn’t pull away.
“Alex, we’d like you to sign something for us.” Candice’s voice was low and melodic.
“Huh?”
Dan’s fingers were inside me again, playing me masterfully.
“You offered us a partnership and it’s yet to be made official.”
“Ahhh,” God, that man had talent. Candice was better at cunnilingus but Dan wasn’t far behind. Despite the fact I’d climaxed only a minute previously, it was building again, although a lot slower this time. Dan, his movements unhurried, settled in for a long session.
“So, I have some documents here for you to acknowledge the work we’ve put into this house.”
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